It was obvious that that person had beaten him, that person was obviously his love rival, but in the end he had to kneel down and apologize to that person in front of the girl he liked the most.
God, why do you give me such a big problem?
But the thought of being kicked out of the Mo family...
"Plop!"
Mo Zimo still knelt down slowly, "I'm sorry, I was wrong."
Chen Yan issued a soul torture: "Where did you go wrong?"
He remembered that when he was still licking Wang Yashu, he was often asked to apologize for trivial things. Saying sorry was actually very simple. The most uncomfortable thing was when she asked you what was wrong? Chen Yan was a little unbelievable when he thought about it now. At that time, he had worms in his head.
Is it? It's obviously not his fault, but he's the one apologizing every time, and he even makes up all sorts of ridiculous things about what's wrong?
At this time, Mo Zimo obviously had the same mentality.
Because he doesn't think it's his fault.
"I......"
Mo Zimo's expression looked as if he had just swallowed a piece of dog shit.
At this moment, a man ran up from downstairs and said to Mo Youping: "My boss, an old man came downstairs and said he had a treasure to sell to us. I looked at it and couldn't see through it, so I asked my boss to take care of it."
Palm Eyes."
"Baby? Please come up!"
"Okay!"
Not long after, an old man wearing patched clothes was brought up. He was holding a black wooden box tightly in his hands, his eyes were alert, as if he was afraid of the gangsters who would rush out to snatch his box at any time.
Mo Youping got straight to the point and said to the old man: "What treasures do you have to sell to us?"
The old man patted the box nervously, and then glanced at Mo Zimo who was kneeling on the ground strangely.
At this moment, Mo Zimo wanted to die.
He wanted to stand up.
But thinking about it again, I’ve been seen anyway, so just kneel down... Otherwise, the guy named Chen might come up with something else!
Mo Youping asked: "What's inside? Open it and take a look."
The old man hugged the box tightly, looking very nervous.
Mo Youping was a little speechless: "Brother, if you don't open the box and show it to me, then what will you sell? Forget it, we have something to do here, let's take him down!"
At this time, the old man said: "What I sell...is King Ginseng."
As he said that, he put the box on the table and opened it carefully, revealing a dark, wrinkled thing that was thicker than a carrot.
"Is this Ginseng King?"
"Why is it black?"
"It's so big and thick, isn't it fake?"
Everyone who saw it was a little stunned. Everyone has seen ginseng, but it doesn't look like this. It's almost like saying it is just a radish.
Guo Tingting couldn't help but said: "Is this a carrot?"
The old man glared and said, "You are the carrot. This is the king of ginseng, black dragon ginseng. It has been passed down from my ancestors for three hundred years! If my grandson hadn't been sick and needed a kidney transplant, I wouldn't have sold it at all."
Mo Youping shook his head: "The ginseng that has been passed down for three hundred years, no matter how good it is, cannot withstand the passage of time. The medicinal effects in it have long since disappeared. You can see that it has turned moldy and black."
The old man curled his lips and said, "Are you the shopkeeper? I think you don't know what to buy. Black dragon ginseng is of course black."
Lao Deng, who was standing next to him, said, "I've never heard of black dragon ginseng. I think you want to defraud me of money, right?"
Just now, the origin of the century-old ginseng root that Chen Yan saw through had been found out.
Even a month ago, someone came to the store to sell them.
I spent a full five million to accept it, but I didn't expect it to be a forgery from Carrot.
Being cheated out of money is the next best thing.
If this is really sold, Yaozhitang's golden brand will be destroyed.
Therefore, Lao Deng now deeply hates this kind of thing.
The old man's face was full of blood: "That's bullshit. It's just you people who don't know the truth. If I am a liar, I will be struck by thunder."
Mo Youping looked at Qin Sanfeng: "Mr. Qin, can you tell?"